Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magic. Show all posts

Monday, September 7, 2015

9 7 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 75 — get some

9
7
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 75 — get some

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“What simple action
could you take today
to produce a new momentum?”

Tony Robbins

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engaging
spirited mechanics
w/
a new momentum,
hence
theme of the scene
=
revamping the happening,
& since ‘Presence’
the means,
the 'how-for’
in 'being’ —
embracing the Order,
flying Snoopy Styley
(dancing)


blondyn
2015
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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

9 1 2015 | life ∞ love | chapter 73 — back 2 school

9
1
2015

life ∞ love

chapter 73 — back 2 school

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“He’s a heat-sinking missile.  He’s undistractable.”

David Krane on Travis Kalanick

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sharpened pencils,
check.
magic erasers,
yes.
wands — answer keys — hall pass —
yap, yea, ya babe
+
fixed
like primetime
@
front row desk
set
w/ fresh comp. pad
as Kalanick
rep. the Class
via
Uber Projections —

We feel like we’re still realizing what the potential is

We don’t know yet where that stops…

& as he high-flying on specifics
i handwriting notes
like
‘woah — neato’
& neatly b/w the lines,
& spelling words right,
& rhyming time 2 time, 2
as all the while
aspiring 4 that cursive grandeur…

in this life,
just working to avoid scribbles
@ all costs —

(a day in the life, not lost —
vital records = boss 
so long as
all accounts 4 love
by
time-trial
/
trial
ON

focus

blondyn

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Thursday, June 4, 2015

6 4 2015 - Chapter 17 - Training Harder Makes Us Stronger

6
4
2015

CHAPTER 17

Training Harder Makes Us Stronger

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The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.

—Vince Lombardi

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boots—laced.
socks—yanked.
calves, thighs, quads—
stretched in haste—
then
stretched.

afternoon was at large
but sunshine on this day
kept burning bright and hot.

day for a picnic, he thought, and figured he ought go.

but o…
traffic…
everywhere…
always…
2 mph gridlock…
ny city landscape…

rushhour’d arrived early.
with only those imaginary bike lanes
open wide.
the bikers were there
but got out the way
as soon as the horse drawn chariot
clip-clopped up the center spot.

afterall,
horses had no chance
to wait on city traffic.
had whips on their hides.
nickels and dimes of time at stake.
+
those drivers got their kicks
passing bus
by maserati,
taxi after taxi,
magically—
the young son aboard the chariot lights up—

“Father!”

as open-mouth pointing on blondyn—
sprinting traffic—
froggerin’ in + out
(swift regardin’)
leaving n'even Shadow Ego a chance to catch darkness on the quick of the kid’s step—
just how blondyn got round.

kid was committed
opted for thorough training.
iron’d creases
day in + out
and time to time,
flew handlebars.
knew what ground tasted like.
didn’t like it one bit.
and to keep far from
kept going.

he was swinging stride on the River Path
that ran towards the waterfront park
as conversation carried on in the Chariot yonder back—

“Where’s he going?” asked Son,
“Jus’ Free,” said Pops,
“But what’s he after?” asked Son,
“Mostly Destiny,” said Pops,
“And what’s he rocking?” asked Son,
“Whole Lotta Love,” said Pops, “As well some other things…”

at present
was a podcast—
Greek / Roman Mythology.

blondyn’d been capital obsessing
ever since he’d flipped switch on the track—
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/myths-history-greece-rome/id595090853?mt=2

episode he was learning on was featuring Heracles—

Son of Zeus.
Born of Mortal.
Trained, learned, raised into a Raw Fate—
Order to complete

10
Impossible
Heraclean Labours

AKA
monstrous challenges
for command / conquering,
all on his own and without getting paid.

the Labours permeated the marrow of his life story.
Heracles did all 10 and then 2 more like no big thing.
and to crown his legacy, he founded the Olympic Games in honor of Father Zeus…

cat was Critical Mass

thought blondyn,

suddenly—

chopping.
sounding—
rising from helicopter pad,
nearly half-mile up.

blondyn caught on the volume—
up’d the pace higher—
higher yet—
next moment
was flying out camera phone via—

click—!

snap—!

flash—!

landing
from airborne photoshoot,
he jogged in park,
napped spot,
took stock
in product
of iPhone Rounds
fired / captured.

  

“so make like Plato & get the story.”

he swung pack,
pulled shop,
type-type-typed on grassy hilltop.

blondyn

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#dream  
#creation

Friday, May 22, 2015

5 22 2015 - enlightyn

look babe.
something magical happened.
ahuh.
came of your smile.
no, honest.
affect of your sparkle.
stop it.
no you stop it.
okay fine.
will take this time
t tell you in
on how you saved
my life by large.
no, honest.
you did.
and with one word—

e n l i g h t y n

ahuh.
what about it?
can’t say.
not that ii don’ wanna.
just can’t quite figure on how one oughta.
poetry babe.
go figure.
certain our love sparked it.
positive.
happened in the darkness.
yesterday was hard.
you know how somedays written in sorrow?
tragedy was yesterday.
yeah mama.
then came dawn.

all started the night before.
nightmare had slipped inside me.
scenes
of
complete loss—
utter destitution—
crazy absolute darkness
within & without me.

didn’t want to live no more.
was sinking in sappy abyss,
drowning inside out,
was just about gone
when through all the psychological dissonance,
universal ripple of your voice
cut through the mire
to reach me
via
the one word
that you, babe—
that you
had spoken—

e n l i g h t y n

your word, mama.
suddenly
midst the thick of the darkness,
was seeing stars in the shape of your portrait
right like that,
underworld disappeared
opened my eyes
to a new day upon me,
rays of sunshine
in my eyes,
quite unlike
any i’d ever seen before.

didn’t understand right away,
and well past noon up til early evening—
the whole of yesterday—
was confused as questioning
every oz. of my self-esteem—
my reason for existence—
my purpose & core belief
in driving forth
w/ aeternal fortitude
in order to overcome struggle monumental.

and then,
well beyond the sun had set, babe,
you and I met
by the starlight over central park
and upon catching that outline of your face,
your word, babe—

e n l i g h t y n

flashed through me.
did ii show it?
cause it hit like lightning.
sight of you, babe,
well.
struck me with soul power
time spent with you
ignited a power hour
of self-realization + inner discovery.

“ ‘nough being bunt cake,” ii decided.

high-time to jumpstart metamorphosis of reinvention 101—
a hyper-animated self : environment state of engagement.
absorb like everlasting & render high quality life daily.

must open UP—
become more transparent—
a model of positive motion all along the rise
via creation of supernatural value
til my mind : heart : spirit ratio
brilliant as your starshine,
l*ve,
that saved me from the start.

remember always, babe—
before you set forth your Way,
every moment
by every thought
that you have throughout your day
comprises every opportunity
we will ever have here on Earth.

for our time here today,
whether together or apart,
let’s agree to create symphony between us—
a revolution Magum Opus,
to resound from this generation
to those beyond
via
majestic celebration
of
life + love.
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blondyn
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2015